As her words settled, live from the stage not far away, a host began speaking: "Good evening everyone, we are delighted that you could take the ti from your busy schedule to attend Yuerong Club’s annual appraisal eting. Now I announce, the appraisal eting is officially starting..."
The whole venue burst into enthusiastic applause.
Out of politeness, Xia Wan’an didn’t respond to the middle-aged woman’s remarks, instead, she looked towards the stage with a smile, clapping along with everyone else.
Following the applause, the host began to explain the detailed procedures of the appraisal eting in a well-articulated manner.
Only then did Xia Wan’an turn her head, leaning towards the middle-aged woman beside her, responding in a whisper to her earlier question, "Exactly, such strict demands on won... if she isn’t a pervert, then what is she? Oh, they say the founder is a woman. You’re right, I misunderstood her. She is not a pervert..."
Xia Wan’an didn’t notice, but the woman of middle age, who was next to her, looked furious, her face distorted in anger as if she was about to pull out a knife and chop her down any second.
However, when Xia Wan’an ntioned ’She is not a pervert,’ the middle-aged woman’s face looked a bit better. But the anger in her eyes was far from gone.
Her slightly improved mood only lasted a few seconds before Xia Wan’an spoke again: "She’s a perverted woman..."
This ignorant little girl!
She was so angry that she felt like giving Xia Wan’an a couple of slaps. Before she could react, the middle-aged woman, sensing her imminent breakdown, silently reached out to touch her hand to calm her down. Then, with a gentle and warm smile in her eyes, she responded to Xia Wan’an’s remarks: "This is the first ti I’ve heard soone describe the founder of Yuerong Club in this way. Quite refreshing."
This is the first ti I’ve heard soone describe the founder of Yuerong Club... Xia Wan’an mulled over these words, then looked at the middle-aged woman suspiciously: "This may sound foolish, but you don’t happen to know this notorious founder of the Yuerong Club, do you?"
"No, I don’t know her." The middle-aged woman shook her head, "Do you think I look like soone who would know her? After all, she is so perverse, so lustfu..."
After giving it so thought, Xia Wan’an realised it was unlikely they knew each other: "Fair enough, you are so beautiful and elegant. If you knew her, you should be seated in the front row. You shouldn’t be seated next to ."
"Sister?" The middle-aged woman responded with a smile, "Girl, you should be calling ’Auntie’."
"Auntie?" Xia Wan’an looked the middle-aged woman up and down: "You... You only seem to be ten years older than at most. How co you’re ’Auntie’?"
The middle-aged woman leaned in closer, grinning as she whispered into Xia Wan’an’s ear, "Girl, I’m nearly seventy."
Seven... Seventy...? Xia Wan’an looked at this woman who appeared a decade younger than her own mother in disbelief.
"However, girl, if you fancy calling ’sister’, feel free to do so. It’s okay." The middle-aged woman looked at Xia Wan’an’s stunned expression, the laughter in her eyes seemingly about to overflow.
The woman sitting next to the middle-aged woman who looked older, but was actually significantly younger, felt like she’d knocked over a jar of vinegar when she heard this: "..." They’d clearly agreed that in this world, she was the only one who could call her ’sister’!
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